No accommodations for cyclists.

        Hot, hot, hot out on the road, I poured down over a gallon of water on my way to PuebloI.  The city is flat and endless, no one seemed to know where the historic district was located.  I spent several hours looking for somewhere to stay.  The city may have bike paths but it is woefully lacking of places to stay.  Muttering an expletive as I walked out of a cafe, a guy about my age stopped to ask if I were lost or if I need help..  He had seen me in my bright bicycle clothes cruising around city trying to get my city legs.  Explaining in disgusted my frustration of not finding a place to stay, Tony Ballejos said "you can stay with me".  Tony is mostly Arapaho and hispanic He took me to his brother's house in a nice neighborhood of small well groomed houses.  When I though I was escaping Puebo, Tony salvaged the day.  No problem in me spending another night. He walks ten or miles a day, so we will be hoofing the town, checking out the sites, historic places, etc.. His brother, Michael,

gave me a tiny crucifix, belonging to her mother, wishing me a safe trip.  He is the third person to pray for my safe passage.  Amazing, how people out her have extended a help hand.

     Tomorrow, I am eastern bound.